Photo by Shane Rounce on Unsplash
Dear Friend,
How are you still here
when anyone else would have run away?
How did you stay,
wading through the tears,
and misery,
self-pity, and
self-blame?
Where did you get those strong arms
that held me up
when I had no legs?
That held me still,
when I shook with fear?
Where did you get those eyes
that saw my beauty
through the film
of imperfection that I call
skin?
And how did you grow that heart,
where I live?
And who would I be,
if you were gone?
Thank you.
Sincerely,
Sandra
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About the Creator
Sandra Matos
I write so that people will remember me. I make art for the same reason. I had a mother that I never knew. Who she was, how she smelled, or what she valued. I don't want anyone to wonder who I was.
Comments (2)
Lovely supportive words
This is so beautiful and emotional! 😭❤️